My dog chewed my computer cord and I couldn't use my laptop for a few days because it was dead. Sorry for the wait, I just got the new charger in.

I haven't made the timeline clear, now that I think about it. Maybe? I don't know. But basically everyone is happy and one big family because that's how I want it to be.

Someone said in the reviews that they doubted Peter would've revealed his identity so soon. Great point. I'm so glad you pointed this out. I love when people make things like this known. It will come up again later in the story and be explained why he did it so soon. Thanks for you're review Lavendor Queen and everyone else! So glad you're enjoying this story.

Another long one.

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Turns out, even though spider abilities don't help in throwing paper airplanes, they do make you a great basketball player. Although Ada was a good player, Peter moved around her so well, it was difficult to steal the ball away from him. She didn't mind, it was still fun.

The game didn't hold their attention for long though, after playing around and just shooting the ball while talking for a bit, the teenagers moved on to other things. Peter showed her around more, the places he knew it was okay for them to be. There was a pool and Ada had to restrain herself from pushing Peter in.

There were lots of empty, quiet corridors they walked down. It was ominous in a cool way. Ada loved it. She pulled out her phone at one point, and convincing Peter to take a bunch of stupid photos wasn't difficult in the least.

They came onto the kitchen at one point, the two teens sat side-by-side on the counter as they had a snack. Ada wasn't sure at first but Peter assured her it was fine. It was nearing five in the morning when Peter dragged Ada to the couch to play video games for an unknown amount of time.

And that's where the two finally fell asleep.

Only an hour later, a certain blonde super soldier wandered through the room, dressed and ready for his morning run, stops short when his eyes landed on them. Peter, he knew but hadn't expected to see there. Sitting up against the couch, head thrown back as he sleeps, his mouth open slightly. In his lap sat the unfamiliar girl's feet as she lies along the couch, her arm falling limply onto the floor.

Shaking his head, Steve leaves the teenagers to rest and heads outside. It wasn't the weirdest thing to happen, especially since meeting Peter.

Fast forward a few more hours, the two teens were still frozen in the same position when Tony Stark wandered into the room on his way to the kitchen. Of course, he'd know they were there, he wasn't surprised but he did let out an amused snort. And if he took a picture of the two idiots, no one needed to know.

Tony Stark was known for many things, his cooking skills was not one of them. Although, much like everyone else in this building, things change since meeting one Peter Parker. He was by no means a master chef, but his food could pass for edible.

If Pepper were here, she'd give him a disapproving look for what he was about to do. But it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Standing in front of the couch, Tony looks between the teens before clapping his hands together as loud as he can.

The result was instantaneous. Peter's head jerked up, slurred words that sounded like 'I'm awake" fell from his lips. Ada was already close to falling onto the floor, and that's exactly what she did with a surprised yelp.

Peter, of course, laughed when he saw her, earning a pillow to the face. "Not funny, Parker." Ada groaned, pushing herself up as Tony spoke.

"Up and at 'em, kiddies, breakfast."

"Oh, what time is it?" Peter asks while rubbing his eyes. It felt like they were sleeping for five minutes.

"Too early." Ada grumbles, burying her head into the couch cushion.

"It's nine-thirty." Tony calls back to them from the kitchen, already making them their plates. "Now, get in here, your foods getting cold." When did he become the father of two whole ass teenagers?

"Waffles." Ada states, her head perking up as the familiar smell of the fluffy breakfast food wafted into the room. "Peter, get up."

"Wha...?" Peter whispers, confused about how she was suddenly so awake.

"Come on." Ada grabs his hand with both hers, pulling the boy up from the couch, dragging him into the kitchen and depositing him into the seat next to hers.

"Eat." Setting a plate of waffles and eggs between each child, Tony turns back to finish cooking. He knew if he was going to cook, it had to be enough for all the other freeloaders in this building as well.

"Thanks, Mr. Stark." Both teenagers say simultaneously.

"Your welcome." The billionaire grumbles over his shoulder, hiding the smile that pulled at his lips. "It would seem you didn't burn the building down. Or anything else." He says while turning in time to see Ada steal something from Peter's plate, the boy fighting her fork away with his own.

"That you know of." The words escaped Ada's lips before she could stop them, her eyes going wide as she looks up to Tony, giving the man an innocent smile. "Kidding."

"Mhm." He only hums in amusement before shuffling more eggs onto Peter's plate. The boy was like an endless pit with how much he could eat.

Chewing her food, Ada sweeps her eyes across the room, choking when her eyes catch a certain someone. "You okay?" Peter asks his friend worriedly, patting her back as she nods.

"Yeah," Ada rasps in response. "Captain America just walked in the room, that's...a thing."

A freshly showered Steve walks around the counter, smiling towards both teenagers, offering his hand to Ada as he unnecessarily introduces himself. "Steve Rogers, ma'am."

"Ada, a friend of this dork." Catching Peter's pouting face, Ada turns to him with a smile. "Said with love."

"When you finish up, I wanna show you guys something." Tony tells the two teenagers casually as he goes about cleaning straightening up the kitchen, eating a few bites a food as he goes.

"I'll help." Ada jumps up - mostly done with her food - to help the man wash dishes, waving him off when he told her she didn't need too. "I actually like washing dishes. It's weird but I find it relaxing."

Peter shakes his head at her before joining, drying the now clean plates and bowls before passing them to Tony so he could put them away. The dishwasher beside the sink went unused. No one else wandered into the kitchen before the three found themselves leaving. It was a lazy day after a long weekend and most chose to sleep in.

Following behind Mr. Stark, Ada doesn't ask where they're going as he leads both her and Peter away. She had no idea where they were but with a quick glance up at her friend told her he did. So, she kept quiet and let her eyes roam around her new surroundings until they came to a stop in a room she had yet to see.

"Is that a '71 Chevrolet corvette?" The teenage girl asks in awe when her eyes land on the black vehicle, her feet carrying her to stand in front of it by their own accord.

"Hit the nail right on the head, kid, nice job." Tony nods as he and Peter walk over to her.

"I'd fail chemistry if tutors weren't a thing but put me in front of a car..." Ada trails off, circling the car to look at it from every angle. It was obviously in the middle of being worked on, but it was still a nice car.

"Does your father know where you are?" Tony asks Ada suddenly, the thought just now occurring to him. He might not like Nathan but he was still Ada's father. Tony was trying to be more responsible, okay?

"He knows I'm with a friend." The girl mumbles in response, sighing at the thought of Nathan. He'd let her stay out because she'd done well in school that week, aced all her tests at the cost of her head almost exploding.

Accepting her answer with a shrug, Tony motions for the girl to join his side to show her something in the engine. It's where the three of them would stay for longer than intended, working, talking, laughing. Ada's mood was a stark contrast to the day before. She felt happy, light. The smile never left her face, laughing wasn't hard. She felt like she thought she was supposed to, what she wished she could feel all the time.

Ada knew Mr. Stark was different than the media made him out to be. From meeting him herself and the stories she's heard from Peter. But hanging out, working on the old car made it real. She could see how close he and Peter were. Peter looked up to Tony so much, he was his mentor, his hero. Father figure. Even if he wouldn't admit it, Ada knew. Mr. Stark got this look in his eye when he looked at Peter. There was a soft smile that pulled his lips up effortlessly. It was a look a father gives his child. Ada knew because Nathan never had it. The man barely even looked her way.

Leaning against the wall, Ada observes the duo with a smirk. Peter was explaining something to the older man, an excited smile on his face. Ada couldn't understand any of the words leaving his mouth. Tony stood in front of him, arms crossed loosely over his chest as he smiles and nods to the boy. Ada would be lying if she said a pang of jealousy didn't shoot through her gut at the sight. She was happy, of course. Peter deserved that in his life. But she wanted that too.

Before her thoughts could drag her down into the self-pitying pit that lived in the back of her mind, Ada's phone buzzes in her pocket. The teenager was used to getting notifications. Got them all the time. She wasn't popular, per se. She knew people. Being the daughter of a rich entrepreneur would do that. People at school, even if their own parents were wealthy, tried to be nice, get on her good side. It wasn't real, she knew. They didn't care for her, not really. She could see through a fake smile in her sleep.

When she reaches for her phone, Ada doesn't know what the notification was for. Her phone was on vibrate so she didn't get a hint from the different notification sounds she has set. But it wasn't hard to narrow down, she turned most of them off.

Despite her best efforts, Ada's mood took a nosedive when she read the message on her phone. It wasn't anything bad, not really she supposed. But her father had a way of doing that.

Sighing, Ada pushes off the wall and hesitantly speaks. "As much as I hate to break this up, I regrettably need to head back into the city."

"I'll give you a ride." Tony offers - not that he'd take no for an answer - and claps Peter on his shoulder.

"You sure?" Ada asks, feeling impolite not to. But, how else was she supposed to get back? This was a better option than Peter swinging them. Which he has gotten better at, he hasn't almost dropped her in a while.

"Positive." Tony nods as he leads the two teenagers back to the main area of the compound. He obviously wasn't going to throw them out and let them fend for themselves. And he had nothing better to do. Pepper was out of town, it was the team's lazy day. Or one of them, Tony thinks, they act like they're vacationing most of the time. Would it kill them to clean up after themselves? He's not running a B&B.

The billionaire could hear the teenagers chatting quietly behind him. He had to smile to himself. If anyone asked him a few years ago about having kids, he'd have laughed and never thought about it again. He never thought he'd have kids. His own father was crappy at best and he only had him in his life for twenty-one years. Tony himself wasn't exactly a role model in his younger years either. He wasn't father material. Or so he thought until a fourteen-year-old Peter Parker came into his life. He was better. Peter made him better. Made him want to be better. Pepper said he made him soft. But Peter wasn't his kid, he had to remind himself. Even if he loved him. Would die for him.

And who knew he'd meet this girl who in many ways reminded him of himself. He looked at her and Nathan and saw Howard and himself. The memories ached deep in his chest and seeing it again, happening to someone else, brought that ache forward like when he was a teenager. The sadness and feeling of just being so alone was heavy in her eyes. Even when she smiled. Tony wasn't sure if others noticed. He imagined you'd have to know the feeling personally to see it. And he did.

If someone today asked him about having kids, he'd say he already did.

A shout brought Tony out of his thoughts. It came from the common room just ahead of them. It was a noise he'd become accustomed too. Although it still gave him a headache. Continuing down the hall, the avenger was unsurprised to find himself looking at one Sam Wilson, Clint Barton - how long had he been here? - and Steve Rogers. All three held controllers in their hands. Clint was grinning in triumph while Sam pouted. Steve just looked clueless.

"You cheated." Sam accuses Clint, acting as if that was the only plausible explanation.

"No, I'm just better than you." Clint shrugs casually, leaning back against the couch cushions. His eyes catch Tony's when the man walks into the room, looking as unimpressed as ever. The archer was about to throw some sassy remark when the two teenagers emerge from behind him. Peter he knew, the girl he didn't. "I thought you only had one kid."

"Very funny, bird brain." Tony says with zero amusement, pausing to let the teenagers catch up. It would be rude not to introduce everyone. "Ada. This is Sam Wilson and Clint Barton. You've met Spangles."

"Nice to meet you." Ada smiles, barely able to hide her amused snort at Mr. Stark's nickname for Steve.

"You too, kid." Clint says and Sam offers a nod while Steve waves.

"Even if we have no idea who you are." Sam adds after forcefully taking Clint's controller.

"I'm a friend of Peter's." Ada responds before anyone else can.

"You have friends?" Sam directs his question with mock confusion to Peter who only rolls his eyes and shakes his head with a smile. He was used to Sam's quips by now.

"I'd say sorry for beating your high score in Crash Bandicoot. but I'm not." Ada retorts, smirking when Sam's smile falls and he turns his wide eyes to her.

"That was you?" He questions while Tony and Peter chuckle.

"Hmm." Ada hums with a shrug. "I'd love to stay, give you some pointers but I gotta run."

"I don't know." Tony steps forward, mumbling as he looks between Sam and Ada. "I was kinda enjoying watch you knock him down a peg."

Laughing, Ada shakes her head while Sam rolls his eyes. "Another time." The teenager mumbles as she turns, stopping in her tracks before she can make it any further. "Is that the Black Widow?" She whispers to Peter, her eyes wide as she looks at the red-haired woman.

"Yeah." Peter nods. He remembers meeting all the avengers properly for the first time. He'd been star struck. Although Ada's eyes suddenly resemble a flying saucer, she was handling this very well. Better than he had.

"Want to meet her?" Tony asks, suddenly on her other side.

"Mhm." Ada was only able to hum in reply, her eyes still glued to the woman sitting casually at the kitchen counter.

"Nat," Mr. Stark gains the woman's attention, aware that she probably heard everything that just happened even if she acted as she hadn't. "Meet Ada." The teenager herself was standing frozen beside the man as he spoke. She vaguely thought about how in the few times Tony had introduced her, he's never used her last name. She didn't know why. Maybe he didn't think it mattered, didn't care to. And even though she doubted anyone here would find any recognition in her name, she was glad he didn't.

"Ms. Romanoff, it's so good to meet you." Ada smiles when the woman turns to look at her, an easy smirk on her lips. "I'm a fan." Fan didn't seem like the write words but Ada was to busy freaking out to find a better word at the moment.

"What am I, chopped liver?" Tony jokes, for which Ada was grateful. It easied the teen's nerves just a bit.

"Nice to meet you." Natasha smiles at the girl. "Any friend of Peter's is always welcome here."

"Thank you." Ada says just above a whisper. She admired the woman, sue her. "It was so great to meet you. Um, but I'm gonna go before I make of a fool of myself."

Shaking his head, Peter waves goodbye to the woman and moves to catch up with Ada. "I don't think I've ever seen you like that. You're always so chill when meeting people."

"Uh, yeah, none of those people were Natasha freaking Romanoff."

"I'm pretty sure that's not her middle name." Mr. Stark interjects when he also reaches the teen's side.

"Really? I had no idea." Ada shoots back sarcastically, smiling when Tony grumbles to himself.

Reaching the garage, Tony climbs into the driver's seat of one of his cars while the two teenagers take the back seats. They talk amongst themselves, Ada quickly coming down from the high of meeting someone she looks up too quickly when she thinks about where she was going.

"Is that a paper airplane?" 's question cuts through the teenager's quiet chatter and they both stop to look up and out the window to see the folded piece of paper Ada threw off the roof the night before.

Ignoring the question, the two teenagers turn to each other before they both burst out laughing.

The ride home wasn't a quick one even if Ada would've sworn it was. She knew it was just because she never wanted to leave that care. The banter between her and Peter that would occasionally be interrupted by Mr. Stark. She hadn't laughed so much in years.

Climbing from the car was much harder than it should've been. As soon as her feet hit the pavement, she felt heavy. Like someone had suddenly sat on her shoulders and chest. Ada imagined astronauts felt similar after going from zero gravity back to normal gravity. Or not. She didn't know any astronauts.

The teenager hid her sudden mood change with a smile, telling Peter she'd see him later and waving to Tony with the parting words. "Thanks for the ride. And breakfast, Mr. Stark! You're a really good cook!"

Trudging over to the elevator, Ada rides it up to her floor. Nathan was nowhere to be seen when she entered the apartment. The teenager knew he was probably in his office but did not attempt to confirm her thoughts. Instead, she heads to her bedroom. She'd changed into her clothes from last night since they had dried. But she wanted to take a shower and change.

It didn't take her long, she knew her father had wanted her home for something but he hadn't said what. Emerging from her room, wet hair hanging loosely over her shoulders, Ada's bare feet carry her to Nathan's office, where she stops outside the door.

"I'm having an associate of sorts over for dinner." Nathan starts when he notices his daughter standing there, half his attention on his computer screen. "I expect you to be here and look presentable."

Looking down at the sleep shorts and large T-shirt she wore, Ada resists the urge to roll her eyes at the thought of changing into something less comfortable. "And he has a son, about your age." Joy, Ada thinks dryly. "Talk to him, make friends." In other words, the teenager translates privately, get cozy with this man's son so he's more inclined to do whatever Nathan wants.

"Yes, sir." Ada says just loudly and clearly enough for her father to hear before she turns back to her room. She'd need to find something to wear. Dry her hair and apply makeup. She could already feel the heacache building behind her eyes.

Ada waited until the last second to paint the best smile she could onto her face. She'd taken her time getting cleaned up. Her hair was straight, the dark strands falling over her shoulders. She worse a simple, short, red dress. Black flats sat comfortably on her feet.

Dinner almost ready, being cooked by the lady who was taking over while Rosa was still out. Ada felt bad, she couldn't remember woman's names. Nathan answered the door when it was made known that his guests had arrived. He wore a nice suit but not overly dressy. A smile plastered onto his lips.

Nathan exchanged pleasantries with the man before motioning Ada to come over. "This is my daughter, Ada. Ada, this is Mr. Fletcher and his son, Christopher."

"But you can call me Chris." The boy tells her with a smile, leaning forward to take her hand. He didn't shake it, only squeezed it. And a little too tightly for Ada's liking. She didn't voice these thoughts, only gave a nod and a smile. He wasn't bad looking, she supposed. He was tall, taller than Peter. Slim in a muscley way. His blonde hair was trimmed and styled perfectly. Unlike Ada's deep blue eyes, his baby blues shined brightly.

"It's very nice to meet you both." Those words were much harder to say than they should have been, the teenager thinks as the group makes their way over to the table.

"So, Ada," Mr. Fletcher starts after a few minutes of speaking with Nathan. "How's school?" It was such a generic question. Ada imagined he just asked for lack of a better one.

"It's good." Ada answers with a smile sent his way, trying not to make it obvious how she was only picking at her food. She didn't feel hungry.

"Do you take part in any after school activities? Clubs, Sports?" The man continues after swallowing the food in his mouth. "Christopher plays football."

Of course he does, Ada thinks to herself but doesn't let the smile fall from her face. "I used to play basketball."

"Oh, what made you stop?" This guy really needs to learn when to stop, Ada continues her silent monologue.

"Guess I just lost interest." Ada lies and turns her attention back to her food, hoping the man would turn his attention elsewhere.

"Well, that's a shame." Ada only hums with pursed lips, fork pushing food around her plate. When Fletcher made no attempt to talk to her anymore, Ada stealthily pulls her phone from under her leg with one hand and opens her texts.

A: Kill me now, please.

P: I'm concerned.

A: Business dinners suck.

"Texting your boyfriend?" A voice asks before Ada can see Peter's response. The teenager lifts her head, eyes locking with the blue ones across from her.

"Uh, no." Ada shakes her head at Christopher's question, sliding the phone back under her leg in fear that her father would see. Thankfully he didn't. He was in deep conversation with Mr. Fletcher and Chris had kept his voice low.

"Don't worry," The boy says with a smirk. "I get it. These things are boring."

"Yeah." Ada mutters before taking a sip of her drink. He was probably a nice guy, she just didn't care to find out. It was a little ironic though. She'd always wanted close friends but now she wasn't even making an effort. Maybe it was because she already had close friends, she didn't feel she needed anymore. And Chris was connected to this part of her life, MJ, Ned, and Peter weren't.

"So, basketball, huh?"

"Mhm." Ada only hums once again, not even bothering to look up from her plate.

"You don't talk much." Aren't you observant? Ada wanted to ask with sarcasm and snark but didn't. She didn't know what to say, honestly, but she didn't have to as Nathan's voice was suddenly directed at them.

"Kids, Mr. Feltcher and I are going to talk about some things in my office." He tells them as both men stand from their seats. "Why don't you two continue to talk. Maybe show Christopher around, Ada."

"Sure, dad." Ada smiles at her father as he turns his back.

"You two aren't close." The boy across from her states, confidence lacing his words.

"What gives you that idea?"

"I'm not close with my mom." Chris tells her with a shrug. "I mean, the only reason she and dad are still together is because of appearances. She's sleeping with the plumber in our building. Cliché, right?" He continues as if he was talking about the weather. "Dad knows. Doesn't do anything about it. Maybe he doesn't care."

Ada stares at him, her eyes giving away nothing as her brows furrow. "Sorry?" It came out as a question. She didn't know what to say. It was a shitty situation but he didn't seem all that bothered by it.

"Eh." He only shrugs, his fork falling from his hand and onto his plate with a quiet clang. Before he can say anything else, Ada stands from her seat, sure to push her chair back under the table.

The apartment was big, spacey, but there wasn't really much to show. It wasn't long before the two teens somehow found themselves in Ada's bedroom. Chris started looking at the pictures on her desk as Ada pulled out her phone.

P: Sounds boring af

P: My offer to kidnap you still stands but I'm not killing you

P: Please don't do it yourself, either.

P: Ada

A: Relax, Peter. Almost got caught with my phone.

A: I thank you for your concern though.

P: That's what friends are for

P: Dinner over?

A: Sorta

"This your boyfriend?" Chris's voice catches Ada's attention. The teen lifts her head from looking down at her phone to see him showing her a picture of her and Peter. MJ had taken it. They were goofing off, making fun of those cheesy best friend pictures, smiling at the camera with their cheeks touching. She had one with Ned and MJ too. Her room had been filling up with pictures of them lately. Some just randomly appeared but she was sure she knew who was putting them up.

"He's not my boyfriend." Ada shakes her head, dismissing him to look back down at her phone. But before she could see anything, Chris speaks again.

"So you're single?"

Ada thought about lying, almost did, but for some reason, she didn't. "Yeah." She didn't mind being single. It was great in some ways. Sure sometimes she wished to have someone like that in her life but it wasn't an overwhelming feeling. She had her friends. She had people now. A relationship could wait. It would wait until she could find someone she wanted to be with. She'd rather be single than in a relationship with someone she didn't truly like in that way.

"Hmm." It was Chris's turn to hum as he set the picture back onto Ada's desk.

P: Sorta?

A: My dads talking to this dude in his home office. I got the job of babysitting his son.

P: How old is he?

Ada realizes Peter probably thought he was really young with the way she worded her text and could imagine his laugh when she responds with.

A: Sixteen.

A: Or seventeen. I don't actually know.

P: Is he cute?

A: Peter, is there something you need to tell me?

P: You know what I mean!

A: Eh, he's not ugly but he's so bland. And right next to me so can we stop talking about him?

P: Fine I'll question you later

"So, what does Ada Tinnez do for fun?" Chris once again cut Ada off from texting Peter. He was leaning against her desk when she looks up at him. He seemed relaxed, his arms were by his side, his hands gripping the edge of the table behind him for balance.

"Fun? What's that?"

Chuckling, Chris moves from his place by the desk to sit next to Ada on her bed. "You smoke?"

"No. But let me guess, you do." It didn't surprise her, a lot of the kids at her school smoked. Usually behind the bleachers or somewhere original like that.

"You've never smoked?" Chris asks like it's the most outrages thing in the world, shifting in his seat to look down at her.

"I didn't say I've never smoked," Ada says while side-eyeing him. "I said I don't now."

"Ooh, so she's not all good girl." He says, earning an eye roll from Ada. "Would you consider doing it again?" Furrowing her brows, Ada watches as Chris pulls out a hand-rolled blunt.

Scoffing, the girl shakes her head. "Are you kidding me? Do you know how much shit I'll be in if my dad smells weed in my room?" She'd be lying if she said it wasn't tempting. But she hadn't smoked in months and didn't feel like getting back into the habit.

"That's what the fire escape is for." He says like it's obvious, gesturing to the window behind him.

"I'm pretty sure that's for if there's a fire, actually."

"Well, if we don't smoke outside, there's a high chance that there will be a fire."

Opening her mouth to tell him that he's not smoking on her fire escape, Ada gets cut off by the sound of approaching footsteps. Chris quickly stuffs the drugs back into his suit jackets inner pocket.

Shaking her head, Ada sighs when a voice sounds from her door. "Christopher, we're going now."

"Right." The boy nods, standing from his seat as Ada does the same.

"It was nice meeting you, Mr. Fletcher." Ada nods to the man politely, walking with him and her father to see their guests out.

"You as well." He tells her, stopping by the door next to his son.

"I'll see you later, Ada Tinnez." Chris tells her with a smirk before following after his father. The teenager didn't know what he meant exactly. She supposes if her father was going to be doing business with his father, then they may see each other again. But other than that, she didn't know. He didn't even have her number.

Shaking her head, Ada watches her fathers back as he retreats back into his office, leaving the girl standing by herself.

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Tony is such a dad. I love it.

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